Home Is a Broken Verb

Home Is a Broken Verb is not a place-it's a tense.
Past perfect, present aching, future conditional.
These poems walk barefoot through cracked floorboards and whispered rooms,
where love once hung like laundry and silence grew roots in the walls.

One side of the house still glows-soft light, warm breath,
the other side is smoke and syntax,
verbs like stay, leave, belong curling out the windows.

This is a collection for those who've patched themselves with metaphor,
who know that healing isn't linear,
and that sometimes, the most honest sentence
is the one that breaks halfway through.